Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.